I’m now in northeastern Pennsylvania, in the town where I lived before moving to Toronto. I’ve been driving back and forth for over five years now, and I’ve made the journey so many times I think the car can drive itself. It takes me 1hr 15mins or so to reach the Rainbow Bridge/Niagara Falls border, I’m in Rochester an hour and a quarter later, then Syracuse another hour later, Binghamton one hour after that, then one hour later I’m in Lackawanna County, Pennsylvania.
Except today. The QEW was a parking lot by the time I reached Burlington, and that’s when I heard on CBC radio that an accident had closed down the Skybridge to Niagara Falls and it would be closed for the rest of the day. Ouch. The car was an oven and making me sleepy, so I did the one thing that would keep me awake and cooled off: detour south and hit the back roads along the shores of Lake Erie. When it’s this hot it’s always better by the water, and I could discover some new places at the same time.
Like Port Dover. I’d heard about it, but I had no idea it would be this popular.
Wow, you’d think this was the Riviera or something.
Motorcyclists love Port Dover — there’s a Harley Davidson shop in a rather prominent location and there’s a Friday the 13th tradition of bikers gathering. That’s about all I knew about Port Dover, only because a friend of mine made a photography book of the Friday the 13th biker rallies.
Off the beach, Port Dover has its own museum and picturesque marinas. I’ll definitely be back when there are fewer people grilling themselves on the beach and it’s not a million degrees.
Between Port Dover and Port Colborne and Fort Erie, the scenery was more like this:
I almost ran out of gas because the fuel stations were either not easy to find along the last stretch of Highway 3, or they were out of cheap gas, or there was something wrong with the pumps. It was a little touch-and-go there for a while — I think I was running on fumes when I finally got to a station.
By the time I reached the Peace Bridge border crossing in Buffalo, SIX HOURS had passed since I left home when it takes ordinarily just over an hour. Then I drove another 4.5 hours, which was easier than the previous six. And my left arm is a whole shade darker than my right from the sun beating through my window!


































































































































































































